Eternal food paradise

Afternoon class.

The first class was cooking theory. The lecturer on the stage was a specially appointed well-known professor. However, Xia Yan sat in the back row of the large classroom and glanced around, making the students drowsy.

The boring theoretical content described in a straightforward manner made Xia Yan's thoughts wander, thinking about this month's itinerary.

First of all, he had to complete the system tasks. He asked Yise Hui. Clubs rated "F" required at least one large classroom to serve as an activity venue for club members.

If you start a new club, you will basically have nothing, no instructor, no activity classroom, and you will have to work hard from scratch.

Therefore, the most direct and labor-saving way can only be "eating halberd".

Just pick an old club that happens to have an "F" rating, defeat the leader with the Shokki, kick out all the members, and then change the name.

Secondly.

It is the luminous recipe that Xia Yan has been thinking about for a long time. Currently, the only one that is most likely to touch luminescence is "Roasted Tofu with Doubanjiang".

He plans to seize the time first, play gymnasium, and build a club.

In this way, in the remaining twenty days or so, there is no need to rush to find some 'God's Tongue' to taste, and then go into retreat, and continue to use the special grade bean paste to update a wave of recipes that I have long been proficient in and have a high level of proficiency in. Giving these recipes a mysterious "quality".

Fortunately, he had a feasible idea to improve the darkening of "Shredded Pork with Persimmon and Green Pepper", thanks to a small trial of his skills during lunch break.

At this time.

Someone gave me a gentle push on my elbow. A girl at the next table, with a blushing face, quickly handed me a piece of paper and sat down, staring straight ahead, as if she was listening to the class very seriously.

Xia Yan:? ? ?

I couldn't help but touch my youthful face, which was full of collagen.

Tsk, her appearance is earth-shattering.

This was the first day of becoming a high school student in Totsuki, and there were passionate love letters from girls.

A few days later, when I opened the shoe cabinet on the first floor of the teaching building, wouldn't it be a crash? Letters were scattered and piled up in a small mountain. I became a public enemy to my male compatriots.

Spread the note out.

"Xia Yanjun, I won—"

Below, a mischievous expression drawn in pencil is attached (*/ω＼*).

Hold the grass!

Xia Yan's face tightened, and he looked past the girls at the next table and saw Yise Hui, who was sitting by the window a few rows outside.

Yise Hui turned her head to hide from the professor on the stage, waved to him slightly, and gave him a handsome and sunny smile.

Suddenly, Xia Yan felt that with his seat as the center, all the girls spread out in a circle of at least eight or nine meters, and all the girls lowered their heads in shame.

They probably thought Isekhui was waving to them...

Wake up, it’s all an illusion!

Xia Yan complained.

"He is truly a presence that shines all the time."

In the large classroom, more than a hundred freshmen from this year's 91st term seemed to be the radiant green foil of this guy.

I have to admit in my heart that Isekhui is very charming. If he were not so perverted and had no habit of wearing naked aprons and loincloths to do farm work, he would really be a perfect male high school student.

As for the content on the note.

Ah.

"A child?" Xia Yan rubbed it casually.

He lets him be strong.

The actual quality of 'Sakura Tempura' is better than his 'Persimmon and Green Pepper Shredded Pork'.

It's like being good after practice, and being rough on the first day of contact.

The contrast is obvious.

Only the incredible "firewood and earth stove" can save dignity in a small way.

But the "smoke bomb" released by Yise Hui was not successful in Xia Yan's opinion, because he had a system. After this test, it was not difficult to guess Yise Hui's specific cooking level.

Probably four stars.

The maximum cannot exceed five stars.

Below the special level, one star to nine stars, ordinary chefs like Xia Yan have one or two star cooking skills, and those above are more capable.

In the first year of high school, as a freshman, Isekhui had a four-star rank, which was scary enough.

If nothing else, after a year of jungle training in the Totsuki High School, by the end of the year, at the end of the first grade, Isshiki Hui would be infinitely close to the cooking skills he had when he met the 'King of Medicine' Yukihira Soma in the 92nd issue.

At that time, it is possible to have six to eight stars, infinitely close to the top three seats of the top ten.

But Yisehui currently only has four stars.

Not to mention other things, 'Dark Cuisine' has the characteristics of invading the tongue, mind and even the body, which is a big step away from other cuisines. The most elementary and superficial "drug" will be melted in an instant.

"So, don't worry, I'm just Black Iron, but if there's a big fight, who will lose and who will win?" Xia Yan laughed in his heart.

…

Jingle Bell.

The second class ends in the afternoon, around 4 o'clock, and then it's time for club activities.

As soon as Xia Yan walked out of the classroom, someone tapped her shoulder again.

Not surprisingly, it was Yise Hui.

"Xia Yanjun, I have thought about it for two whole lessons, and I seriously feel that that 'persimmon and green pepper shredded pork' is not your real strength!" Yisekhui became more serious.

"Then 'Sakura Tempura' is not your strength either."

Go to the square outside the teaching building and look at the map of the school. The large and small school buildings are all well marked with their uses.

First grade teaching building.

The cooking room where second-year students gather for activities.

There are also societies with weird names, such as the ‘Local Cooking Research Association’ and the ‘Rice Rice Bowl Research Association’.

Xia Yan locked several targets and planned to go and see them on the spot. He would first visually test the strength of the general before considering which one to play.

"Xia Yanjun, you seem to be very interested in club activities?"

While chatting with Yisekhui about some club matters, they headed towards the school building where the clubs were concentrated.

"The club in Yuanyue is actually no different from ordinary universities. After school, everyone goes to the club activity room to brainstorm and develop new recipes together..."

Rice Bowl Research Group.

At the door of the club classroom, two second-grade students, a boy and a girl, were behind the new admission table, instructing a boy with exaggerated and artistically long hair to fill out a form.

"Two more freshmen are here?!"

"welcome!"

A man and a woman quickly stood at attention, showing no sign of the second-year senior's airs.

Seeing this, Xia Yan was speechless.

Look at the empty club classroom again.

Sure enough, even if it was a year earlier, the 'Donburi Research Association' was still facing the crisis of being abolished.

These two left behind, let's call them generals, they are full of weaklings.

"Ise Hui!"

Seeing Isekhui following Xia Yan, the seniors couldn't believe it. One of them stuttered and became nervous: "Issei, are you interested in joining our 'Rice Bowl Research Group'?"

People like Ise Hui and Kuaga Teruki have only just been promoted to the higher level, but they are already attracting much attention.

Just like Erina Nakiri appears, she is also a freshman, but she can turn clouds and rain in Totsuki High School.

the reason is simple.

Totsuki has a middle school department and a high school department. In layman’s terms, it is divided into junior high school and high school.

Freshmen like Isshiki Kei, Kuga Teruki and Nakiri Erina, who have attracted much attention and have a certain reputation in the school, were promoted directly from the junior high school.

Therefore, the ‘King of Medicine’ Yukihira Soma was called a transfer student.

"never mind."

Xia Yan turned around and left.

The brand of this restaurant was shaky, and he didn't even have the interest to give it a try.

What's more, there is a sign at the entrance of the club that says 'the club is being abandoned'. The reason why the club is not being abolished this year is probably because it has attracted a few ignorant freshmen to survive next year.

Next came several other societies.

Unknowingly, as evening came, Yisekhui also learned the reason for Xia Yan's wandering and wasted nearly two hours with him with great interest: "So, Xia Yanjun, you decide which society's leader to issue a halberd-eating challenge to?" Woolen cloth?"

Xia Yan has three club leaflets in his hand.

‘Sumo Hot Pot Research Association’, on the colorful flyer, are two sumo wrestlers.

The promotional poster for the ‘International Cuisine Research Association’ features a large number of high-tech and sophisticated cooking equipment.

The third picture...

A Chinese-style restaurant with two stone lions at the entrance.

The first two clubs were rated "F" and "E" respectively, but in the third picture, the 'Chinese Cuisine Research Association' has simply soared to an 'A' rating!

"Are you very interested in 'Chinese Studies'? Xia Yanjun, this is the first-class club in Yuanyue High School. If there are ten outstanding members, the rating can easily reach 'S'~"

It wasn't persuasion, but an excited tone of voice.

Isshiki Hui felt that Totsuki Academy, which had been very peaceful just a few days after the school started, might have been transformed from a warm spring day into a hot and passionate summer because of this shokuji!

Xia Yan was silent for a moment.

Then, he rubbed them casually and threw the first two leaflets into the campus trash can.

"In fact, from the beginning, there was no other option."

For Chinese cuisine-related societies, the topic of Shiji can only be Chinese cuisine.

Change to another club.

Questions about food other than Chinese cuisine...

Hmm, that's not good. Xia Yan vaguely heard the desolate BGM of defeat and the bloody word "death" on his field of vision.

certainly.

There is nothing wrong with replacing the word "vegetable" with blood.